Lazy Weekends
I've been having a hard time thinking of things to write. Life has been a checkerboard of alternating stupid busy work and being extraordinarily lazy to counteract the effects of the stupid busy work.
Last Sunday I didn't take one step outside the apartment. It was warm and sunny and the branches were bursting forth new leaves and the birds were bursting forth new songs, but I was content to just lay in silence on the futon and read and nap and daydream about silly things and avoid doing taxes and enjoy being just the right temperature with my body in the shade and just my toes in the hot trapezoid of sun slicing across the comforter.
I spent most of Saturday cleaning while listening to this album, which was sent to us by Ethan's mom. I'd never heard of this guy before, so I don't know what kind of mainstreaming fool I'm going to make of myself when I say that I love his music, even though all the songs are variations on one of only two themes. From a theoretical standpoint, I object, of course. But from a sentimental standpoint, I have to say that I like his voice and his style and, being a consummate sucker for the whole a-boy-and-his-guitar package, I find it quite convenient that all the songs sound the same because that means I get an hour's worth of music without having to put one or two songs on continuous repeat. That bit of self-conscious overexplanation aside, it was the perfect soundtrack for my weekend: a little happy, a little sappy.
As promised, I have more pictures for you. One of us must have been very very good in a past life, because these March weekends have been a gift. They've been everything they're supposed to be when you're young and carefree and everything they're not supposed to be when one of you is little more than a month away from the trial-by-fire interrogation known as graduate school oral exams. Somehow Ethan has managed to put aside the books and the notes for hours at a time and just relax and act his age.
This album records what we did the day after the tiki party. The only thing to do after a night like that is go to the park, lay on the grass, and watch the kites soar, the toddlers toddle, and the wind make it impossible for you to read the book you're supposed to read if you want to get an A in your class.
Here are photos from our day at the park.
Great pictures!! I LOVE that octopus kite.
I LOVE kite day. That park reminds me of one of my favorite parks in the whole world (Breton Point, in Rhode Island). Good for Ethan for not freaking out right now. He's a stronger person than I would be.
The shot of the kite is beautious!